'MY SORROW' by Martin Small

In my mind’s eye I freeze
I freeze in time only to see a little hill
A hill of memories and so much pain
A place where I was born and raised

I see the houses. I see the trees
I see the streets where I was playing
Now the streets are full of naked people
Men, women, children, young and old
Friends, relatives

I also see my Momma, my Papa and my two little sisters
Naked. Holding on to each other, screaming, crying, praying for their last walk on this earth
To their graves - They walk to their own funeral
They walk to a place where no one comes back

I scream out in pain
Oh, God in heaven, how can you watch this horror?
Do you hear their cries?
Now I wake up, but this is not a dream. It is all real - very real

The slaughter of my town, the slaughter of my people, my dear ones, my dear ones
Gone forever. Just memories
What is left now?
Pain in our hearts
A pain in my heart that grows with time, calling so loudly in silence: “Remember us”